I very rarely visit Farcebook. I sometimes go in under my own name, as Herself keeps “sharing” stuff with me and I get strict instructions to “like” whatever and what to write in the comments under said stuff. More often … Continue reading →
In the Good Old Days success generally meant you had achieved something. Nowadays it seems to be measured by the number of “likes” you get on Farcebook or the number of “followers” you have on Twitter. Yes, I have a … Continue reading →
I don’t have many friends. I am a believer in quality not quantity and those people I call friends are the ones who would drop everything to help if I were in trouble. Equally I would be just as quick … Continue reading →
Herself was browsing around Farcebook the other evening. "Good Grief!" says she [or words to that effect] "Take a look at this!" I took a look and this is what I saw – Herself has an electrofag which she uses … Continue reading →
